Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

I think of the future all the time. All my life I've chased dreams of what could be. For the first time in my life, I've actually caught one. I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.